The man carried a fragrant scent of cedar and amber, which lingered around her every night in her dreams.
After their separation, she yearned for him madly.
She wanted to find him, but she had not a single clue.
He didn't leave her any contact information. She didn't even know his name, only remembering that his subordinates called him sir.
Others referred to him as Mr. Spencer.
No matter who it was, they called him with immense respect and reverence.
Perhaps the only thing she knew was that his last name was Spencer.
When he asked her if she believed in fate, truthfully, she didn't.
But now, she'd really like to believe just once. If fate truly exists, she desperately wished to see him again.
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Mystic Hideaway Temple.
Scarlett Yates didn't want to attract too much attention, so she kept her bodyguards waiting outside.
Considering her safety, they eventually decided that two people would accompany her, while the rest would wait outside.
